Look into my eyes - you will see. What you mean to me Search your heart - search your soul. And when you find me there you'll search no more. Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for. You know it's true. Everything I do - I do it for you . Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You
Alex's Pov
"I'm never drinking again" I said with my eyes closed I didn't even bother trying to move I could tell that I was hung over.
"You say that but it never happens" Randy said
I managed to open my eyes and lift my head up a littleto see Randy sitting up on the couch he was only wearing his boxers he had obviously has slept on the couch.
"Where the hell am I and how did I get here?" I asked "and would you please stop moving it's amking me want to throw up"
"First of all I'm sitting down. Second I got an interesting call last night saying you were passed out in a bar so what do I do I go down there and get you" he replied. He got up and went into the kitchen I couldn't help watching as he left the room. God he has a nice butt, what am I thinking Dave has just died and I'm checking out hid friend.
"Here drink this" he said as he handed me a glass filled with this really bad smelling liquid.
"what is this?" I asked
"It's my mom's hangover medicine and trust me you don't want to know what is in there so drink it down fast so you won't have to taste it" he said
I did as I was told and drank it down. At first it felt like lead hitting my stomach but after a couple of minutes I started feeling better.
"Thanks" I said
"Your welcome I usually don't help people who hate me" he said
"I'm sorry" I whispered
"What was that I didn't hear you?" he asked. I knew very well that he had heard me and now he was being a jerk but I deserved it so I said it again.
"I'm sorry happy" I remarked
"Very, now why don't you go in the shower and then we discuss what we are going to do from there"
I nodded before heading to the bathroom. I showered quickly and grabbed one of the robes one the sink and put it on I walked out of the bathroom. Randy was now dressed and he was flipping through the channels on the tv.
"There is notinh on" he said to me
"Yeah that's why I don't watch tv" I replied
"Are you hungry?" he asked
"Yeah" I answered
"Ok I'll order room service oh by the way I grabbed you some clothes from you apartment last night they are over there" he said pointing the the black duffle bag sitting in the corner of the room. I grabbed the bag and entered into the bathroom. Randy had managed to pack me my favorite outfit which consisted of a pair of lowrise jeans with jewels going up the sides and a very tight tank top which read ' I hate boys' on the front. I threw my hair up into a messy ponytail and left the bathroom. Randy had moved from his spot on the couch to open the door. He wheeled the cart of food into the room and then grabbed chairs. He started to eat I took a seat and ate too. Neither of us wanted to talk but the silence was driving me crazy so I spoke first.
"Why do you keep helping me?" I asked
He looked up at me confused.
"Why is it that I can tell you I hate you and yet you still help me?" I asked
"Because I care about you and I know Dave wouldn't want to see you hurt and alone" he said
"Oh" I said. So he cared about me that was comforting but was it what I really wanted? Who knows I don't.